Land of Cangxu, Central Palace of His Excellency.
His Excellency Cangxu who was sitting in the main hall looked at the man who was kneeling in front of him with an indifferent expression.
"You know what to do now?"
The man below was shivering. Just a few hours ago, he was still a newborn soul drifting in the Land of Cangxu without any consciousness. However, the white-haired man who was addressed as His Excellency had awakened the memories of his past life and made him realize that he had already gone to hell. Such a mysterious and unfathomable method made him extremely afraid.
At this moment, he did not dare to have any thoughts of resistance, fearing that he would be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and suffer.
Hearing Cangxu's question, the man quickly prostrated on the ground, "Lord His Excellency has granted me a new life. I will do my best to serve His Excellency!"
"Go, I will give you a chance to go back. Do this well and I will reward you handsomely!" Looking at the man kneeling on the ground, a trace of determination flashed in Cangxu's eyes.
…
Night fell and the lanterns were lit.
After the noise of police sirens came from afar, a series of messy footsteps and the low barking of police dogs approached.
The pitter-patter of rain constantly pattered against Qin Yu's body. He leaned against the corner of the abandoned hospital and panted heavily. His expression was filled with disbelief.
Fine beads of sweat mixed with blood flowed down his forehead, and his pale lips trembled slightly.
Everything that happened in the past half a day made Qin Yu feel as if he was experiencing a nightmare. However, everything was too real, so real that he felt a chill down his spine.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the other end of the abandoned hospital. His vision was shrouded in hazy darkness, causing Qin Yu's nerves to tense up.
After waiting for a while, Qin Yu finally let out a sigh of relief. His body leaned against the wall and slid to the ground. His mind began to drift back to half a day ago.
…
Just half a day ago, Qin Yu finished a day of work and returned to the neighborhood he rented with his best friend, Wu Hao, who had already graduated, to prepare for dinner.
However, the person who opened the door after knocking was not Wu Hao, but a tall, tanned and skinny man with a goatee who looked to be in his thirties.
Both of them looked at each other for a few seconds before the tanned and skinny man smiled and said,
"You're back, come on in."
When he returned to his room, it was the stranger who opened the door.
Although Qin Yu was puzzled, he didn't think much of it.
At that time, Qin Yu thought that this person should be a guest of his best friend, Wu Hao.
But after entering the room, Qin Yu immediately felt that something was wrong.
The house was quiet. The television was off, the dining table was in the air, and the kitchen was quiet. The curtains were drawn, and the house was unusually quiet.
This was not the scene that a guest should have in the house.
Every time Qin Yu returned home at night, his roommate, Wu Hao, would prepare a table full of food for him. But now, everything seemed a little off.
Thinking of this, Qin Yu felt uneasy. He subconsciously called out "Ah Hao" and then walked toward Wu Hao's bedroom.
Goatee's voice came from behind Qin Yu.
He called out to Qin Yu, who was about to return to his bedroom, and then opened the door to the study.
"Come, Wu Hao is here."
Qin Yu subconsciously turned around and looked into the study, but when he saw the scene inside, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Wu Hao was tied firmly to a computer chair, his mouth was taped, and his body was trembling slightly. He looked at Qin Yu with eyes full of horror.
Qin Yu immediately understood that he had encountered a burglary.
Qin Yu had participated in some criminology research in school, so he knew that he couldn't be afraid in such a situation. Otherwise, if the robber's last thought was to kill him, then if he gave in, both of their lives would be in danger.
Thinking of this, he clenched his fists and was about to step forward to punch the tanned and skinny man's temple, wanting to quickly subdue him.
But just as Qin Yu took a step forward, his body froze on the spot.
Facing the black muzzle, Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat. He never thought that the robber in front of him would carry a gun.
At this time, Goatee walked to Wu Hao's side and reached out to tear off the tape around Wu Hao's mouth. Then, he pulled out a triangular bayonet from his waist with his left hand.
"Little Hao, if Uncle stabs you with this knife, your blood will flow out in half an hour. There's no way to save you."
Hearing this, Wu Hao's face turned pale. He immediately said to Qin Yu,
"Brother Yu, do as Uncle says. He's not a bad person, he won't kill us."
Looking at Wu Hao's frightened but hopeful eyes, Qin Yu glanced at the gun that Goatee raised.
At this time, Qin Yu also understood that the decision was no longer in his hands.
At this time, Wu Hao spoke again, "Uncle, how much money do you want? I'll give it to you. We promise not to call the police."
Hearing this, Goatee smiled and did not answer. Instead, he picked up a rope and walked to Qin Yu's side.
Looking at Qin Yu's angry eyes, he tied him up and said, "Don't move. When I get the money, I'll let you go."
Hearing this, Qin Yu roughly understood the situation in front of him.
This Goatee should be Wu Hao's uncle, and the motive for this robbery was for money.
But he did not understand why Goatee would target his own family member, Wu Hao.
But because of this, Qin Yu believed that Goatee would not kill them.
After tying him up, Qin Yu was dragged back to the bedroom and thrown onto the bed.
In order to prevent Qin Yu from breaking free, Goatee even tied his limbs to the edge of the bed.
Not long after, Goatee came again. This time, he brought a few rolls of tape and tied Qin Yu tightly a few times.
After that, Goatee still did not seem to be at ease. He taped Qin Yu's eyes, took a plastic bag, and wrapped it around Qin Yu's ears, trying to block Qin Yu's hearing at the same time.
"What a pity, you're still so young!"
Before Qin Yu's hearing was blocked, Goatee's sigh made Qin Yu's heart skip a beat.
A chill emerged from the bottom of his heart and spread throughout his body.
Qin Yu subconsciously wanted to break free, but because the binding was too strong, he could not move at all.
After the door was closed, the quiet environment caused fear to grow in Qin Yu's heart. His blood stopped flowing, and soon, his hands and feet became numb.
Everything fell into darkness. He could not hear, see, or speak …
As long as he gently shook his head, there would be dripping noises in his ears that were covered by the plastic bag.
At this time, Qin Yu's imagination began to run wild. In his mind, the scene of his heart being pierced by the tri-edge bayonet and violently convulsing in a pool of blood appeared.
In the end, the blood would coagulate, and the corpse would slowly stink.
Qin Yu was tortured by this invisible fear, and the time seemed to be endless …
…
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Yu, who was in a trance, was violently pulled awake.
He could vaguely feel that someone was helping him untie the rope that was tied to the head of the bed, but Qin Yu could not feel happy. This was because such a rough method was absolutely not the action of a rescue worker.
Sure enough, as Qin Yu expected, after untiing the rope that was tied to the head of the bed, he was violently dragged outside.
At this time, because his blood was blocked, his limbs were in trouble, and his strength to resist was very weak.
Qin Yu tried to grab something beside him to borrow strength because he had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.
But immediately after, his head hurt, and his thoughts fell into unconsciousness.
When he woke up again, Qin Yu found himself lying in the abandoned hospital covered in blood, and the goatee was standing under the dim yellow light, drawing something on the ground with a strange expression.
Qin Yu propped his body up with difficulty, and he turned to look to his side.
Sure enough, Wu Hao's clothes were also torn, and he was lying on the side covered in blood.
"What exactly do you want to do? Don't you want money? I'll give it to you …"
Before Qin Yu could finish speaking, the goatee extended his hand and interrupted him.
Qin Yu looked forward with the help of the dim light and found that the goatee was carrying a bucket of paint, and his hand would dip into it from time to time.
He seemed to be drawing something on the ground.
The tip of his nose was filled with a faint fishy smell, and then he thought of the wounds on his and Wu Hao's bodies. Qin Yu immediately understood what was in the bucket of paint.
No matter how stupid he was, at this time, Qin Yu realized that the goatee was not here for money, but for another purpose.
But now, Qin Yu's body was sore and weak, and he did not even have the strength to stand up. Even if he were to run, he would not be able to run more than a few steps.
At this time, Wu Hao also slowly woke up, but compared to Qin Yu, he appeared even weaker.
There was not a trace of blood on his deathly pale face, and his expression was somewhat lifeless. This kind of condition looked extremely bad.
"Sir, I'm done. What should I do next?"
Suddenly, the goatee stood up and muttered to himself.
No one answered, but the goatee's expression became increasingly strange.
After a moment, the goatee nodded heavily, and his gaze turned to Qin Yu and Wu Hao.
"Uncle, what exactly do you want? If you want money, I can give it to you. Just let us go …" Wu Hao's voice was weak, and there was a hint of sobbing in it.
"Little Hao, you know that uncle likes to gamble, and I've been a rotten person all my life. But this time, there's a chance to turn things around in front of me. How can I let it go?"
At this time, the goatee suddenly paused, "That's right, uncle was actually beaten to death a month ago because he could not pay off his gambling debts …"
Hearing this, a chill rose in Qin Yu and Wu Hao's hearts, and they could not help but feel their hairs stand on end.
The goatee's eyes flashed with a frightening cold light as he gradually approached.
At this moment, Qin Yu's heart was filled with despair. Was he really going to die in the hands of this lunatic?
After the goatee approached the two of them, he first grabbed Wu Hao's wrist, and then he grabbed Qin Yu's hair, dragging the two of them to where he was standing previously.
After being dragged to the light, Qin Yu was horrified to find that under his feet was a strange array pattern drawn with blood.
After the goatee dragged the two of them to the array eye of the pattern, he grabbed Wu Hao's left hand, and then he pulled out the tri-edge bayonet from his waist and forcefully slashed it.
Blood spurted and dripped continuously.
Wu Hao and Qin Yu, who saw this scene, were filled with despair.
Qin Yu was limp to the side, and he could only watch helplessly as Wu Hao's life flowed away.
He tried to struggle and resist, but he was kicked to the ground, and he could not get up no matter what.
The continuous loss of blood caused Wu Hao to fall into a coma. After the goatee put down his arm, Wu Hao was already limp on the ground, motionless.
"It's your turn!"
A bloodthirsty scarlet flashed in the goatee's eyes. He grabbed Qin Yu, who was on the ground, and used the same method to cut his wrist.
"You … What is your purpose in doing this?" Qin Yu asked weakly.
Death was so close, but he did not want to die without knowing why.
"If it's you, I can only say that your luck is bad. I actually only want Little Hao's life because his soul is different from others. As for you? You're just unlucky, but you can still contribute a bit of value. "
The goatee's tone was somewhat excited, as if he was looking forward to something.
At this moment, Qin Yu's consciousness gradually blurred.
Vaguely, he saw the blood-painted array emit bursts of scarlet light, and malevolent phantoms of evil spirits emerged from the array …
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